Chapter 19:Night
Sorry about the delay, I've been a little caught up in other projects. Sorry that it's so short too.
WTLM
Cynthia sat in bed, her pale skin bleached an unhealthy green from the laptop she was currently typing on. Her eyes were narrowed as her swift finger deftly danced across the keys; the gentle, rapid clicks in contrast with the deep, steady breathing of the man beside her.
Many would think that at 1:30 am, a normal person would be asleep. She was certainly dressed for it, as she wore nothing other than a t-shirt of Ash's that had she had claimed as her own when they started sleeping in the same bed. Although she preferred to sleep naked, Ash was kind of shy in the beginning of their relationship, so for his sake she took to wearing his shirt.
Then, when their relationship moved to a more "intimate" level, she could barely keep it on when Ash was around.
Her underwear was probably somewhere in the corner of the room, or out the twenty-fifth story window of her bedroom.
Clothes tended to go flying when she got passionate.
Anyway, the reason why she was still working on her laptop was not the reason Ash had thought when he had drifted off to sleep, assuming that it was something to do with pre-historic artwork detailing ancient methods of warding off wild pokemon found in a newly discovered cave in the Kanto region.
No, it was something of a much more personal nature.
Cynthia's eyes narrowed as she read over the information that she had compiled.
'Subject B: Designation: Flat-Chest
Real Name: Misty Waterflower
Age: 19
Occupation: Gym Leader
Bust Size: N/A
Relation To Subject A: Designation: Boyfriend: Childhood Friend
Physical Appearance:
-Neck-length orange hair
-Blue eyes
-Seems to think that swim-wear counts as actual clothing.
Bio: Youngest of four siblings and occasional member of the Sensational Sisters group when not on duty. Initial warning flags were raised when Subject A said that Subject B was not only a close friend, but also the first female friend Subject A made when his trainer's journey began.
The two spent two and a half years in a group with Brock Slater, as pre-pubescents. It's possible that Subject B's departure from the group was the only reason that Subject A's purity was maintained. A chilling thought.
From Subject A's recollections, Subject B's actions have pointed towards a possible puppy crush on Subject B's side. Both Subjects' sexual immaturity and Subject B's abrasive personality had refrained her from making any serious advances.
Side notes: Prone to fits of irrational rage, abusive. Subject seems to have grown out of it. Apparent Ugly Ducklett Syndrome. Under-developed chest area, Subject A prefers a good handful over Subject B's weedle stings.
Status: To be kept under observation. Subject B's immature crush has no doubt fizzled out over the years, but reappearance of Subject A may re-spark old interest. Unlikely, but not impossible. Nevertheless, Subject B's previously violent nature, underdeveloped body and years apart make her a non-threat.'
Cynthia briefly paused in her reading to take in the sleeping form of her boyfriend. He snored softly, mumbling her name every now and then. Good, she thought, running her hand through his gloriously messy hair. He was on her mind day and night, she was glad that it worked both ways.
Cynthia gently squeezed his arm, then turned her attention back to the screen, swiping her palm across her eye to ward off sleep.
'Subject C: Designation: Top-Heavy
Real Name: May Rose
Age: 17
Occupation: Pokemon Coordinator
Bust Size: Bigger than mine. Bitch.
Relation To Subject A: Subject A sees their relationship as Student/Mentor. Given my own relationship to Subject A, this gives me reason to be wary.
Physical Appearance:
-Shoulder length brown hair
-Blue eyes
-Wears latex biker shorts to show off her non-existent ass. On a side-note, Subject A clearly prefers a larger, well-rounded behind.
Bio: Oldest child of Caroline and Norman Rose and elder sister of Max Rose. Both siblings journeyed with Subject A and Brock Slater for little under two years. After meeting soon after Subject A entered the Hoenn region, Subject A adopted Subject C as a student, as she knew little of the trainer lifestyle.
Soon after, Subject C expressed interest in Pokemon Contests and became a Coordinator.
Subject A views both siblings as a younger brother and sister, something Subject A never had. From Subject A's memories, Subject C's feelings seem to vary from younger sister to student to potential girlfriend.
Subject C's threat level remains low due to her year-long relationship with fellow Coordinator Drew.
Side-notes: Very physically affectionate. Note to self, stay in constant contact with Subject A when Subject C is near. Big eater, similar to Subject A, all the fat must go to her chest. Bitch.
Status: Subject C's "little sister" act may be completely innocent, or perhaps a way for her to act out her hidden incestuous fantasies with Subject A. Hopefully, her boyfriend will help curb her disgusting desires. Behaviour to be observed. Non-threat.'
Cynthia yawned tiredly, but shook her head to focus herself. A stray strand of hair fell under Ash's nose, tickling him until he sneezed and gave a start. "Ah! Ga waw?" He exclaimed, his half-closed eyes darting around Cynthia's bedroom. "Cynthia?" He mumbled, looking at his still awake girlfriend.
Cynthia closed her laptop's screen halfway to gently stroke Ash's forehead. "Shh, baby. Go back to sleep." She cooed softly, hoping to lull him back into the land of dreams.
"Why're you still up?" Ash asked haltingly, the words awkwardly making their way around his dry and seemingly swollen tongue.
"I have to get this report done and sent to the university. It'll only take another twenty minutes, promise." She said placatingly, hoping he wouldn't try to see the screen. For some reason, Cynthia thought that Ash wouldn't appreciate her creating profiles on his female friends.
She had no idea why, this was just normal, wasn't it? Perfectly, perfectly normal!
"Liar!" Ash slurred, and for a second Cynthia wondered how he knew. "You were watching me sleep again, weren't you?" Ash jokingly accused, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and snuggled his head into her side.
"I like just watching you." Cynthia stated simply and truthfully. "You make the cutest faces when you're asleep. Is it so weird that I enjoy watching you?" She asked him wanting to get his honest opinion.
"Yes!" Ash chuckled, his voice growing quiet as sleep overtook him again. "You're a weird girlfriend, Cynthia... But you're my weird girlfriend... Go to sleep soon, okay? We're going over to Pewter City tomorrow for Brock's party and I can't wait for you to meet all my friends for the first time."
Cynthia took his hand and smiled. "Looking forward to it." Some may call her crazy to research people she didn't even know, and they would be right. She was crazy, crazily in love with Ash and there was no way she was letting some undeserving little whore take away the greatest person she had ever met. Not on their lives.
"Jus' sleep soon, 'kay?" Ash said as his breathing soon steadied itself once more.
Cynthia stared lovingly at his smiling face. He really did make the cutest faces in his sleep.
She loved that about him.
Slowly, cautiously, Cynthia bent her upper body to place a kiss on his cheek. "Good night, Ash. I... I love you..." Every night was the same, Cynthia thought with no little unhappiness. She would wait until Ash was dead to the world, then whisper those same three words.
Three words that tore her up inside daily and nightly. But she swore that one day soon, instead of whispering them to her sleeping boyfriend in the dead of night, she would scream them for the world to hear - that Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town was the sole keeper of her heart, and the one person that she had ever loved, so deeply, madly, truly.
With a melancholic smile, she rubbed his cheek with her palm and turned her attention back to her work.
Today was not that day.
'Subject D: Designation: Sister
Real Name: Dawn Berlitz
Age: 14
Occupation: Pokemon Coordinator
Bust: N/A
Relation To Subject A: Little Sister figure, even more so than Subject C.
Physical Appearance:
-Shoulder-length navy hair
-Blue eyes. (Noticing emerging pattern)
-Mini-skirt and sleeveless blouse indicates a fashion sense stronger than common sense, seeing as she lives in the Sinnoh region.
Bio: Another Coordinator and a nice enough girl. Seeing as she is the only female companion of Subject A that I've come into contact with, I'm able to gain a more personal understanding of Subject D. She looks at Subject A the same way I've seen Emily look at me, with the eyes of younger sister who looks up to their elder sibling. Due to the age of Subject D and lack of romantic feelings, I've classified Subject D as a non-threat.
Side-notes: Should learn to cover up more, she could catch a cold.
Status: Clearly a non-threat to our relationship, may actively encourage it. Subject A's anecdotes give me cause to believe that befriending Subject D is a priority over the other Subjects, as Subject A and Subject D's Brother/Sister bond is the strongest of all three Subjects.'
Nodding at her work, Cynthia saved it and opened a new file.
'Subject R: Designation: Over The Hill Bitch
Real Name: Jessie (Possibly an alias)
Bio: Not much is known about Subject R. A member of Team Rocket, an unhealthy fixation with Subject A and love of thigh-highs, a clear attempt to cling onto the last vestige of her youth.
Status: Constant Observation! Strike her down as soon as she rears her greying head!'
Closing that file, she opened one called 'Ongoing Investigations.'
'Subject X: Designation: Slutty Bitch Whore Skank
Real Name: 'Bianca' (Clearly a pseudonym)
Sexually assaulted Subject A in broad daylight in Alto Mare. It was a miracle Subject A wasn't traumatised by the attack.
Look into cases of sexual harassment and assault with a female perpetrator in recent years in Alto Mare.
Needless to say, Subject A and I won't be taking any vacations in Alto Mare anytime soon.'
Finally closing the laptop and putting it to the side, Cynthia took her usual position. She wrapped both of her legs around Ash's, her arms were around his neck and her nose was resting in the hollow of his throat.
She breathed in the masculine smell of his body and instantly felt her body and mind relax. There was just something about it the warmth and scent of her body that made her feel... Safe and protected, as much as she loathed to admit it.
As she closed her eyes, Cynthia felt Ash wrap one arm around her back and giggled when his other hand latched onto her ass. "Ash, you pervert!"
"Mine..." He muttered in his sleep.
Cynthia kissed his chest and snuggled in deeper. "And you're mine." She whispered. Why was she worried? Nobody would ever, ever take him from her. She wouldn't allow them. But still, she mused sleepily, it never hurt to take precautions.